Posting on the Wall, Facebook
I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall, as I would have you think
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers Pyramus and Thisby
Did whisper often very seriously.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
It’s true the wall’s more intimate, a Snout
Who represents the layering of stone,
And through which love will whisper its sweet route,
Away from public posts: cute sayings thrown
Into your scrolled-down life—the cult of ego—
The photos of the friends you think you know.
Write on your wall, sweet Pyramus and Thisbe.
Be anything you wanted love to be.
And others will peer in upon this tier,
The way we watched in Shakespeare’s theatre.
It is more private than the public stream,
At night, mid-summer, and inside the dream.
Shhh. Type it. There. And once you post the moment,
The rest of us, who lurk and stalk, will comment.